Vlad is quiet for a long moment, sitting with the question. It is a valid question.

'A question, for a question.' He nods, solemn.

'I stand by my, actions. That you are wounded by them, by what I have tried to give you...' His voice trails off, closing his eyes and shaking his head. 'No. I will not apologize. Your soul has grown twisted beneath your burden, and any attempt to heal it, gentle or not, will cause you pain.'